“Yes,” she blurted, trying to reach my mouth. I sat up, not giving her a chance. Her irritated mewl was adorable. “Huck, come on.”

“You said you wanted to know.” Tightening my fingers, I pushed her into the bed so hard the springs squeaked. “I'll show you, babe. I'll fuck you and I won't charge you a dime, but you have to tell me you really want this. I'm not wasting my skills on you if you're not into it.”

Nerves scattered through her wide eyes. “I doubt you'd do anything I wasn't into.”

Growling low in my throat, I settled my weight on her, rubbed my firm cock over her belly. “I like a challenge. Alright. Last chance, you up for some fun, or are you going to back down when it gets too much?”

Her lashes covered most of her eyes, but her smile was confident. “Seriously, you're so cocky. Go ahead.” She licked her lips. “Show me what too much is, Mr. Romantic.”

“Right now, I'm not Mr. Romantic.” I darted downwards, murmuring into her ear. “Tonight, I'm Huxton Blake, and you're my client. Hope you don't regret this, love. I know I won't.”

Zoe tried to muffle her whimper, but she couldn't hide her excitement. Fuck, I was just as ready. Adjusting myself, I saw some pre-come sticking to her skin. We were both entirely naked, the view fantastic. My palm ran down to her throat. “I'm going to get something. Don't fucking move, or this ends here.”

Swallowing, she held steady, listening to my threat. She didn't want this to stop, she was into it. Maybe that would change, but the more time I spent with this girl, the more I thought she was explosive; combustible. She was waiting for me to light the fucking match.

Digging in my closet, I slid my bag of tricks out. I kept it stocked, everything inside clean and ready to use. I was always prepared for what someone wanted to do. Right now, I was going to do what I wanted to do.

It occurred to me, as I unzipped the bag, that I'd never gotten to before. I always worked at pleasing my clients, and of course, that made me happy. But getting to indulge my perverse desires with someone who was wriggling in my bed, a blank canvas... well. It was turning me on rapidly.

When I looked back at Zoe, I smiled devilishly. Her stare was transparent, burning with lust. “Were you staring at my ass?” I teased.

She smiled, shrugging. “Guilty.”

I held the bag high, waved it. “Still sure?”

Her chest rose, demanding more air. “Yeah. Still sure. But I'm getting antsy.”

“That's part of the fun,” I chuckled. Putting the heavy toolbag on the table by the bed, near her head, I knelt close to her. My nose grazed her cheek, sliding lower until I kissed her jugular. It was pulsing madly.

My tongue took a trip to her collar bone. Further, rolling to her breast, circling a peach colored nipple. The moan she shivered with sent a jolt through my cock. Zoe was so open with her responses, I was obsessed with causing more of them.

Reaching into the bag, I pulled out the blindfold. Zoe lifted an eyebrow. “Isn't that a little vanilla?” she asked, bemused.

Clicking my tongue, I straddled one of her legs. My cock bounced off of her thigh, and she shot her attention there, unable to look away. “It'll be fun,” I said, slipping it over her eyes. Lowering a palm, I slapped her hip—making her squeak. “See? That didn't even hurt, but if you had seen it coming...” I spanked her again, the other side. Zoe squirmed, filling my shaft with a rush of blood.

Kissing her abruptly, I bit her bottom lip. She hissed, curling her fingers into my shoulders. Her ass rocked up, pussy grinding against me. My eyes fluttered, desire making me heady. “What's wrong? Can't hold still?” I asked, grabbing her wrists.

“Am I supposed to hold still?” she whined, wiggling desperately. “That's impossible. I can't.”

“Good to know, babe.” Smoothly, I shoved her hands over her head. From the bag, I dug out what I wanted. What good escort didn't have cuffs?

Zoe twitched, then froze as I attached her hands to my headboard. “You just cuffed me,” she said in disbelief.

Breathing in deeply, I languished at the sight of her. Her perfect body was stretched on my blankets, skin like new moonlight. There were freckles on her cheeks, her nose, and across her shoulders. She'd shaved herself down, allowing me to see the dampness winking between her thighs as she squirmed.

Gripping my cock, I gave myself a few lazy jerks. She couldn't see, that was fine. “Did you know I have a client who likes to be tied down, to have me shoot my come all over her chest, but never let her orgasm?”

Drawing her knees up, Zoe whined. “Fuck, don't do that to me. I'll go nuts if I can't come.”

“That's the idea.” Sliding her legs apart, I laid between them. Her pink cunt was inches away. Putting my thumbs on either side of her, I spread her lower lips, made her bloom like a flower.

Her clit was glowing, swollen and excited. “Fuck, you're soaked,” I whispered.

“No more of this,” she growled, yanking at the cuffs. “Fuck me, I don't want to play anymore, Huck.”

“You don't?” Running my fingertips along her slit, I endured a rush of heat as she trembled. “God, you're excited. I think you want more. Are you ready for what I'll do next? For how I plan to make your cunt cream itself?”

Curling her toes, Zoe breathed out loudly. “Holy hell, your clients like when you talk like that to them?”

Kissing just above her clit, I mumbled, “Don't you?”

Her answer was a new whimper. That was good enough, for now.

From my bag, I grabbed a bottle of lube. Setting it on the bed, I went back to lapping at her pussy. Zoe gasped, arching into my mouth. I let her, my hands cupping her ass cheeks so I could fill myself with her.

Rolling my fingers down, I circled her entrance, never going inside. She was done holding back, her voice husky, breaking up on the corners. “Fuck me, put your fingers in me, just give me something!”

Wrapping my lips around her clit, I kissed it, grinned. “Not yet, doll. But soon. I have plans for you, first.”

Hooking her feet over my shoulders, I buried my nose and lips in her cunt. Instead of stopping there, I went lower. My hands parted her ass-cheeks, exposing the pucker of her rear entrance. My new target.

“Ah!” she squeaked, tensing in my grip.

Chuckling darkly against her flesh, I breathed deep, licked further. My tongue probed, exploring her smooth skin and fighting her walls. My cock was throbbing, going mad with arousal. Eating her ass was turning me on wildly, her heels bouncing feebly on my back.

Pushing two fingers into her pussy, I spread my tongue wide. Curling my hand in her cunt, I soaked her asshole with my lips. I teased both places, occasionally rubbing her sensitive clit as I went.

Zoe was making noise—I realized she was panting my name, over and over. “Huck... Huck, please... god. Fucking hell, Huck!”

Backing out, I wiped my mouth and grabbed the lube. Zoe whined, rocking on the mattress, frustrated that I had stopped. She didn't realize how difficult she was making this for me. My cock was on fire, heavy with need. The tip was glossy with my early juices, and it demanded that I spear into her cunt.

But I was better than that.

I was a professional.

Coating a finger, I spread some lube on her ass. She groaned, then said, “Are you going to do what I think you are?”

“That depends. Do you think I'm about to finger your ass?”

She went stiff, the blindfold moving as she turned towards me. “Y—yeah.”

Smiling, I grazed between her cheeks, moving slowly. “Done this before?”

“Yes.”

I paused, then went back to massaging the slippery liquid onto her. “Then let's change tactics. You want me to do this?”

“Fuck, yes!”

“Then beg me.” Gently, I started to spread her with a fingertip. The second she tried to get more of me, I pulled out, enjoying her angry growl. “Just tell me you want me to stuff your cute little ass. That's all you have to do, sugar.”